THE MOST DELICATE HUMAN FEELINGS

Honesty is my theme,

Humbleness is my tone,

When I hum a love song,

In your glory out of deep passion.

I don’t do that with an intention,

To impress or seduce you with them,

Or to earn some words of praise,

Any day from you or anyone,

Now you can raise questions,

Can a lover be so selfless?

Can love be so beautiful?

The answer is, that is true in my case.

Many times you come and go away,

Pay attention to me and neglect,

Did I pause anywhere, changed my way?

I remained rock solid in my act.

This is love dear, the most delicate human feelings,

It has nothing to do with your presence or absence.

YOU COME BUT IN DREAMS

Without a blink in my eyes,

I wait you throughout the day,

Without seeing you, they become wet,

And drowsy at the approach of night.

Sleep rescues me of my torturous wait,

 And painful disappointment.

Then you come but in dreams,

Give charming smile to cheer up my bosom,

Beg pardon for the day-long absence,

Promise me to not to have a recurrence.

Not long an annoyance can stay in a lover’s heart,

Ultimately, I succumb to your coaxing efforts.

Then begins the same old peacock dance,

The much awaited exciting romance,

Till the approach of undesirable dawn,

Till my sleep breaks and eyes open,

To throw me into another daylong endless wait,

And an assurance of your dream advent.

Should I say in comparison to you,

 Your dreams are more honest?

THE SPRING IS COMING

The moon still delivers its light,

The stars still twinkle bright,

My heart still throbs for thee,

As you are the most precious person for me.

The winter is flapping her wings to depart,

The fireplaces are losing their heat,

But my pain forgets to diminish,

As you forget to remember my face.

Expecting the advent of the spring on the surface

the cuckoo is blowing her flute on the branches,

The melody is stirring me with romantic imaginations,

I do not know why, your young heart is still in hibernation.

People are busy planning Holi celebrations,

Their souls are filled with festive excitation,

My heart gets numb with the imagination of the colors,

As without your presence my world will remain colorless.

DO NOT NAME IT LOVE

Do not name it love,

The feelings for you I have,

It will be an insult to me,

If you say, it is an infatuation for thee.

Love  or infatuation,

Are  too small words to define my  commitment.

Many times you rained fire,

Even out of unprovoked anger,

I got hurt, became unhappy, even irritated,

But my feelings for you remained unchanged.

You appear, vanish and reappear,

On my ever amicable sphere,

Like a floating cloud without any hitch,

Every time I remain a fixed star within your reach.

Now you say, will you call it a simple adoration,

Or it is a true and worthy worship of your person.

YOU WISH TO DISTANCE

You wish to distance,

From him for whom you are,

The only source of happiness,

The only goddess of worship,

The only ever respected muse,

An ideal and imitable face.  

You wish to remain away,

From him for whom you are,

The pure and pious flow of the Ganges,

The ethereal and amazing peacock dance,

The valuable and rarest glow of the Kohinoor,

The adorable and unique artifact of the creator.

Never I was convinced,

Where I go wrong in my adoration?

What I did foul in my actions?

What unusual I demanded from thee?

What more you expected of me?

Could love be more beautiful than this?

Today you have changed,

Only you know why you have changed

Maybe my deep-love was beyond your expectations,

Maybe you fear to reciprocate my deep devotions.

But you see,

There is no change in me,

I am still writing in your glory,

I am still following your story

I am still burning for your glee,

I am still loving thee.

I LIVE FOR THAT DAY

This sleepless night,
This endless plight,
Tears of my eyes,

Noises of my cries,
Are the evidences of my passion,
And your indifferent attitudes..

Will ever your heart melt?

Will you ever think of my grief?

God in the heaven knows,

And only you know on the earth.

My trust on you is my hope,

The love of my heart is my breath,

I believe you will come back to me one day,

I survive and live for that day.

OUR MINDS

Our minds control us,

Sense-organs handle minds,

Do karma as per their requirements.

Karma, good and bad decides results,

Results give sorrow or happiness.

Once we sink into His thoughts,

Our minds become pious,

Sense organs under control,

Karma becomes virtuous,

Resulting peace and happiness

Making life and living meaningful.